Hello all! I stumbled on two pictures of my gram’s father in the 1915 section, so I decided to try to put them together with a poem. I hope you enjoy and wish you well.
Grandpa Dunning, man of God Dressed up in his Sunday best In leather boots his feed are shod His tie is tied, his suit is pressed Grandpa Dunning, dairy farmer donned for chores like mucking stalls sturdy, dirty boots his armor rumpled shirt with overalls Here - each side a feeding pail There - each side his progeny Here a look of hard travail There a well-heeled family Man of leisure? Man of toil? "Both grow in one" the Bard might say Great grandpa stuck his hands in soil then washed them up, in thanks to pray
Very clever! Glad to be reading another blog by you.
You hit the nail on the head — sort of speaking.